The Girls Washroom Part 3

"Oh Hell," sighed Brandy. "She won't back down from anybody."

This was the moment that Craig Watkins had always feared.  He tolerated no insubordination from students because he feared what would happen if they noticed how vulnerable he really was.  He wasn't much older than they were and sometimes he even feared them.  He began to get up from the floor unhurt, but embarrassed that a little high school girl had knocked him on his ass.  Before he could get up of all fours, Allie grabbed his right wrist and twisted it painfully behind his back.  He landed hard on the cold tiled floor as her violent action destroyed his balance.

"Get off of me.  You're already looking at ten days suspension.  Do you really want to try for expulsion, Miss Hogan," asked the beleaguered teacher.  Snaking her other arm around his neck in a painful choke hold was her only answer.

"Girls, I need one of you to play with Ariel," said Ashley as she increased the pressure on the teacher's arm, pinning him to the floor.

"What?!" asked Brandy incredibly.

"Just do it," said Allie.

"Great, I'll add this to the report for the dean," groaned Mr. Watkins.

"I'll do it," said Ashleigh as the beautiful blonde reached her hand around Eric's tiny shaft.  Less than a minute later, he was sporting a raging hard on in spite of himself.

"OK, you can stop now," instructed Allie

"I'm sorry Ariel," shrugged Ashleigh giggling to herself.

"I'm about to scream and then you'll really regret it.  Let go of me this instant," demanded Mr. Watkins trying to act focused and stern in spite of his fear and humiliation.

"No, I don't think so.  I know you don't want anybody coming in here to see the little girl who is bullying you, Mr. Watkins," said Ashleigh.

"She's right Craigie that could be quite bad for your reputation." agreed Brandy.

Allie got to her feet, dragging her teacher forcefully to his knees.  She leaned over his back and forced him to shuffle in the direction of their prisoner.  Twisting his arm further up his back, she forced his head down until it was mere inches from Eric's erect penis.

"Get some photos of that please," said Allie and her accomplices began to snap away with their phones. "Now, open your mouth Craig."

"No!" he bellowed, but as Allie twisted harder, he soon had no choice and this new indignity was caught on firm.

"Now lick it," demanded Allie.  Reluctantly, he licked the tip of his penis as the girls immortalized it on camera.  Tears steamed down Mr. Watkins face.

"You may stop now Craig," said Allie releasing him by shoving him across the bathroom.

"Aw don't cry.  He's eight-teen.  Maybe the school board will understand," taunted Brandy.

Eric had enjoyed a brief respite from being the girls' target, but now he saw the teacher who tried to save him reduced to a blubbering wimp by these girls.  If Mr. Watkins couldn't stand up to them, what could he do?

"OK Craig, go outside and give us some privacy.  Stop your crying and be a good boy and nobody has to see those pictures.  Stand in front of the door and tell people the toilets are flooding, or somebody threw up, or I don't care what you say, but nobody comes through that door until we're done.  Do you understand me?" asked Ashleigh with a commanding voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Yes Ashleigh, I'll make sure nobody comes in here," he sniffled.

"Craig!" she snapped, "That's Miss Thomas."

"Of course Miss Thomas.  I'm sorry," he said begging for Ashleigh's forgiveness.  He stumbled out the door tripping over Eric's shoes.  The last thing he heard was the three girls laughing at him.

"Now, where were we?" asked Brandy as she approached Eric with tweezers.  His bushy ginger eyebrows were unflattering for feminization, but they provided her with a lot to work with.  She decided to pluck them not particularly thin, but in an overly arched style that appeared cartoony.  Next, she took cherry red lip liner, and applied it to darken Eric's eye brows using a matching red eye shadow to set the eyeliner. 

Brandy applied a primer on his eyes up to the brow line and under the eye lid as well.  She was going to have some fun with his eyes today.  She applied white eye shadow under the browline, lime green on the contour line and an envy green on the lid. blending the colors together.  The look she was going for was all about color, so she selected shadows that had a bit of shimmer glitter already added.   She used a concealer on the outside of the eyes to round the eye shadow to fit the eyebrow shape. 

Brandy took black eyeliner and traced the eyelid continuing to follow the rounded edge of the eye shadow to almost create a second set of lashes. Then she flecked on a gold eye liner close to the lash line. Black fiber lash mascara was applied to only his top eye lid so that she could line the bottom lashes with twenty-four hour cream gel teal eye shadow. 

"Wow, you're making him look like a mermaid," said Ashleigh in admiration.

"That is too cool," said Allie laughing at the boy's feminized face.  Eric could only shudder at the thought of what he must look like. 

For his lips, she applied a thin layer of foundation followed by a mauve matte lipstick.  She used a slightly darker lip liner to outline his lips.  She dipped her lip brush into liquid sugar and then into a bright mauve glitter.  She dabbed the lip brush onto his lips to make them sparkle and shine.  The girls "oohed" and "ahed" at his transformation.

Since Eric already sported long red hair, it was easy for Brandy to get the style that she wanted out of it. She curled his hair and used hair spray to create volume and to form large swooping bangs.  It took some doing to tease, pull, and push the hair into place to get just the right look she wanted, but once she clipped the hair over with a bobby pin, she was almost done.  She brushed the hair up from the bottom to provide volume and curled the hair bottom of the hair with the curling iron.  She finished her work by clipping a large white silk flower next to the bobby pin.

"She's a regular princess," said Ashleigh gleefully looking up from what appeared to be a long note she was writing in one of her notebooks.

"She definitely a beauty," agreed Brandy proud of the job she had done.

"You've had your fun.  Let me go," he complained unable to take his eyes off his own reflection once he was helped to his feet and shown himself in the mirror.  The suggestion of releasing him merely brought cackles of laughter from the girls.

"Let's get her into her clothes," insisted Allie.

"We're going to untie you sissy, but don't think getting thrown out in the hallway naked with your hair done and your makeup and nails looking fabulous is going to be any easier on you," warned Brandy as she began untaping their plaything.

"I'll try not to make it hurt," said Allie pulling the hair slowly from his wrists. He winced with each little tug on his skin.

Once he was untied, Allie pushed what little fat he had on his chest towards his sternum and held it there, while Brandy took the duct tape and attached it around his chest to hold the fat there.  Brandy strapped a padded lilac push up bra around his chest and he was amazed.  It looked as if he had boobs of his own.  They were barely a B Cup, but they were still his boobs.  Using makeup, Brandy contoured and highlighted his chest to give the appearance of very full breasts.  Eric couldn't help, but look down at his own cleavage even as he stepped into the thong panties that matched his bra.

Allie had insisted on pantyhose, even though she thought thigh highs were sexier.  Eric wasn't the first guy they had done something like this to by a long shot and she knew a lot of guys hated the feeling of pantyhose over their scrotum.  She was always finding little ways to make things more uncomfortable or more humiliating for the boys that they tortured.

After carefully following Allie's directions, he pulled the nude pantyhose up his legs and admired their sexy smoothness.  His erection was starting to return, but he was desperate that the girls not find out.  Ashleigh brought over the emerald green dress and made the trapped sissy step into it.  She noted that the v-neck displayed just the right amount of Eric's cleavage to be both sexy and convincing.  The size 6 cocktail dress ended three inches above the knee and had ruching running from his breasts to about half a foot from the hemline. 

"You are going to have all the boys drooling," said Ashleigh as she zipped him up being sure that he could see himself in the bathroom mirror. 

Allie made him step into a pair of black leather size 9 peep toe platform pumps.  The front of the shoe was a metallic teal that complimented the dress beautifully.  While the heels were four and a half inches, about an inch of that was platform.  She firmly strapped him into the shoes while Brandy sprayed him with perfume and attached white starfish earrings to his ears.  Allie had pierced them two years ago and though the holes had closed up, Brandy found just the spot.  She placed a coral colored pearl bracelet on each wrist and declared her masterpiece complete.

"These shoes are too tight," whined Eric.

"You'll get used to them.  We all have to suffer for beauty," replied Allie.

 "I can't walk in them."

"Well, I'll show you, but after that, you're on your own," said Allie giving an exaggerated walk to show her novice apprentice just what to do.  He tried to copy her hips sway and the feminine way that she placed her feet down.  He was clumsy, but he was improving quickly.

"OK, we need to get to class," said Ashleigh opening the door and holding it for her friends.  Mr. Watkins did a double take when he saw the feminized boy emerging from the washroom, but was soon brought back to Earth by Ashleigh handing him a note.

"What's this?" he asked waiting for a response before catching himself and adding the obligatory, "Ms. Thomas."

"It's your instructions Craig.  Follow them to the letter.  I'll be by your room after cheerleading to check," warned Ashleigh.

Mr. Watkins and Eric made eye contact.  It wasn't sustained.  Truth be told, it was rather sheepish.  They both were in for one of the most miserable days of their lives and they couldn't seem to stop it.  They nodded to each other in mutual sympathy before Mr. Watkins was allowed to return to his classroom and Eric followed their girls in the direction of his next class.  The test that had been so important was no longer something he even thought about instead it was all the stares he was getting as he was marched down the hallway that occupied his mind.

The Girls Washroom - Part 2

"No, you can't do this to me," he cried thrashing around.  His flailing left arm caught Allie in the side of the head, which earned him a stinging slap on his left cheek that left a crimson handprint and along with the humiliation of the situation caused tears to well up in his eyes.  From behind him, Brandy grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Hold him still," barked Allie.

"I'm trying.  He's slippery," replied Brandy grabbing his left wrist.

"Relax," smiled Ashleigh pulling a roll of silver duct tape from a small plastic bag on the sink, "I always come prepared."

"No, get away from me," yelled the frightened boy as he tried to pull away from Brandy's iron grip.  Allie grabbed his left wrist and he was now trapped.  The girls turned him around and dragged him to the sink where they bent him over.  He couldn't see Ashleigh anymore, but Eric heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off of the roll behind him as Brandy and Allie twisted his arms behind his back and held them together.  He felt Ashleigh slapping the sticky tape on his left wrist and then felt her pull his wrists tightly together making his arms all but useless.

"No!" He screamed as Brandy pulled down his pants and then his boxer shorts. "Leave me alone you bitches!"

"The only bitch I see here is you, Ariel," responded Allie.

"He's sure hung like a bitch," said Brandy.  She pointed at the small dick hanging between his legs and pointed.

"Help!  Help!  I'm being assaulted in the girl's washroom!" He screamed as loud as he could.

"Oh no you don't," said Allie forcefully as she shoved his own boxers in his mouth packing his cheeks with the foul tasting cotton underwear.   Ashleigh slapped four pieces of duct tape over his mouth to secure the gag in place.  Eric found that all he could do now was make a low moaning sound no matter how hard he yelled.  Removing his shoes and socks was easy at this point.

The girls sat Eric down against the wall and Ashleigh wrapped his ankles together tightly. She then passed out pink razors to her friends and began lathering up the terrified boy's legs.  The three girls made short work of the limited body hair that Eric had, though they had to struggle to remove his underarm hair with his current bondage.

"Now comes my specialty," said Brandy looking at her victim with predatory eyes.  "I love a good sissy makeover." 

"We might as well paint his toes while we wait," suggest Ashleigh.  Eric struggled with his taped bonds, but couldn't budge.

Eric whimpered as her heard their voices approach.  Two girls were entering the girls' bathroom and they were talking and joking about some guy or another.  He recognized them as two girls that he was in several classes with.  Kimberly was a tall African-American girl who didn't pay him much attention, while the shorter blonde girl was her best friend Anya who was always being the class clown.  They both stopped in their tracks as they saw the sight unfolding by the sink.

"Kimberly, there's a naked boy in the washroom," said Anya in mock alarm. "Whatever shall we do?"

"Well, he's not much of a boy is he," replied Kimberly.

"Good point," agreed Anya moving in for a closer look and measuring with her thumb and forefinger.  "It's really rather sad that little nub is all he's managed to produce in 18 years."

"Hey girls, don't tell OK?" asked Allie.

"And spoil your fun?  We wouldn't dream of it," smiled Anya.

"Just make sure you take plenty of pictures of the final product," added Kimberly.

"You've got it," agreed Ashley laughing. "We'll definitely leave you some souvenirs."

The two girls finished up in the bathroom and left, but when Brandy returned to Eric's face, she found him more defiant than ever.  He refused to hold his head still and allow Brandy to continue with his makeup.

"I'll tell you what, Ariel.  If you cooperate and let me finish making you look pretty, then you can put on some clothes.  Otherwise, we're going to toss you in the hallway just as you are now.  It's your choice, you've got three seconds," demanded Brandy.

Eric looked into the cruel eyes of the girl who was smearing liquid foundation to his face and saw not a hint of mercy.  He knew that Ashleigh and certainly Allie would be no more compassionate, so resigned he nodded his head in frantic agreement.

The opening of the bathroom door again startled everyone.  This time, a waif-like girl with curly red hair stopped dead in her tracks and stammered, "Oh my God!"  She immediately turned tail and took off running.

"I wonder what that was all about?" laughed Allie as she continued to blow on her plaything's quickly drying hot pink toenails.

"That was Brenda Palmer and I wouldn't be surprised if she went to tell on us," said Ashleigh.

"Well we can't move him--not in time anyway," shrugged Brandy as she applied blush to the now compliant boy's cheek bones.

"What in the world is going on in here?" bellowed Mister Watkins a few short moments later.  He had the classroom closest to the girls washroom and Brenda must have made a beeline right to him.  He was a young good looking teacher; only twenty-three and fresh out of college, but being intimidated by teaching students as little as four years younger than himself, he had acquired quite a reputation as being a hard ass.  Allie and Brandy knew this well because he had written them up for cutting class on several occasions. "You girls think you're above the school rules and nothing applies to you, but so help me I am going to get you expelled.  I am sick of you picking on other students and terrorizing the boys because you think it's cute or funny!"

"We were just having fun," offered Ashleigh feebly. "Don't make a federal case out of it."

"I would expect this from these two bitches, but you are the captain of both the cheerleading and debate teams.  You could make something of your life.  Well, good luck with this on your record.  I will make it my business to make sure--"

He never saw it coming.  While he was venting at the girls, Allie had become quite angry.  He had no write to call them bitches.  He was a teacher and when anyone attacked Allie's friends, she was like a cornered tigress.  She had taken karate for years and was now a blue belt, she would have been a red belt except that one of those detentions from Mr. Watkins had forced her to miss her advancement test.  She couldn't herself.  She stepped up next to the furious teacher and hit him with a low kick hitting directly on his right calf and taking his feet out from under him.

"Allie!  Are you insane? He's a teacher!" cried Ashleigh.

The Girls Washroom Part 1

[I thought I'd try something new and post some serialized fiction on my blog.  Please let me know if you like it and would like me to continue the story.   My newest story is sort of in limbo.  I have two new books finished, but I am waiting for one of my kind volunteer editors.  I want to get stories out quickly, but I also want them good.]

They knew his schedule better than he did.  He had exactly three minutes to get from calculus over to advanced chemistry and that was before pushing through the throng of students who thought the end of class was a great excuse to stop in the middle of the hallway and start socializing.  What cretins they were and this was supposed to be an advanced placement class.  Today was senior picture day and everybody was trying to outdo each other.  He wore the navy suit that his mom and he had picked out this summer.  His mind was elsewhere though, he was tied for valedictorian with Kayla Turner and he knew that he'd struggle mightily to get an A in advanced chemistry.

Thirty-five to the right, two to the left, and back to twenty-two on the right, but just when he was opening the door a hand pushed it shut--not just any hand mind you, but the well-manicured hand of Allie Hogan.  She and her friends were the bane of his existence; beautiful on a purely abstract physical level to be sure, but also with the type of meanness that went beyond simple bullying and into evil.  Today, with picture day, they were even more breath taking than usual.   He knew he would never share a bed with a girl like this.  At eight-teen, he was beginning to wonder if he'd ever share a bed with any girl.   Allie was backed up by Brandy.  Brandy was the meanest of the bunch, and their friend Ashleigh was the most cunning, but it was Allie who always had him in her sites since he made the mistake of touching her breasts on a dare back in junior high.  He thought he was finally being accepted by the cool kids.  He didn't know that they were just setting him up until it was too late.

"Hello Ariel," said Allie with a smile.  She was close enough to him that he was momentarily lost in the flowery bouquet of her expensive shampoo.  His name was Eric, but she insisted on calling him Ariel because she said his red hair made him look like a certain mermaid.  She refused to let him get it cut and it was a constant source of conflict between him and his mom.

"H-hi girls," he croaked.  His voice was stuck in his now parched throat.  Just the sight of the girls was enough to send all the moisture in his mouth to the palm of his suddenly sweaty palms.

"We'd like you to come to the girls washroom with us," said Brandy.  This wasn't a request.  He knew that much.  He had been taken to this torture room many times in his four years of high school.  He was only happy that at least Ashleigh wasn't there and he only had two of them to deal with.

"Uhm, I have a test to take girls," he replied shakily.  "Can't it wait."

"Are you really saying no to us, Ariel?" asked Allie in stunned disbelief.

"No, I'm sure I can be late for the test," he responded panicked that he had upset these two girls who already must have something horrible planned for him.  The last thing he wanted was to make them angry now.

The girls each grabbed one of his hands.  To any teacher it would look like friends just having fun.  To his pals in the French club, it would look like he might be getting lucky with one or both of them; to him it felt like he was a condemned man being led to the electric chair.   Surely, if Ashleigh was here she could go ahead of them and call out, "dead man walking."

Allie opened the door and Brandy shoved him quickly inside the girls washroom before a teacher could see.  The girls bathroom smelled so much cleaner than the boys bathroom, but he felt so self-conscious when they'd drag him in here and any girls who walked in would look at him like he was the pervert.   His eyes darted around the room, taking in everything.  A fancy green dress was hung on one of the stall doors.  On the ground below it was a pair of matching shoes.  Next to the sink, he could see that there were two pink striped shopping bags.  Ashleigh stood by the sink checking on a curling iron.

"Well, there's the guest of honor," said Ashleigh cheerfully.  "Are you ready to have some fun Ariel?"

"I--I really have to go," he replied.  He thought of trying to make a break for it, but he could feel Brandy's hot breath on the back of his next and knew that he'd never make it.

"That's a nice suit.  Did your mom pick it out for you?" asked Ashleigh.

"No," he responded defensively, "I pick out my own clothes."

"Well, we picked some out for you, today.  Strip for us Ariel," commanded Allie.

"No," he cried.  They'd put makeup on him and stuff before, but this was a whole new level in humiliation.  He tried to rush past Brandy, but she was much too fast for him.  She grabbed his shoulders and Allie and Ashleigh descended on him.

"Fine, we'll strip you ourselves," said Allie menacingly.